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’Grrr! Le-let go of me, you oafs!’ Feligris hisses at the group of lupines and hyenas who just moments ago cornered her in the living room of her shabby basement apartment, ineffectually squirming in the clutches of two of the largest hyenas who’ve pinned her to the back wall while deftly avoiding her snapping jaws and ignoring her large furiously swishing tail. ’How’d you get in here anyway?’
After a moment of confusion due to her audacious behaviour, the apparent leader of the group suddenly emerges – a tall and muscular albeit unexpectedly graceful female lupine, her weathered jeans and a matching leather jacket adorned with rivets projecting an aura of street smarts as she addresses the feline.
’The name’s Charme – we heard there was a sneaky feline dealer in ’hood, and that wouldn’t do since this is wolf and ’yena land, lass – hence we made rounds and a few small birds sang to us about where they’d seen a cat. As to how we got a key to this dump, well, we gave a bigger bribe to the guy than you…’ she explains with an almost bored shrug, idly playing with the handle of the large serrated knife which hangs from her wide belt.
’Huff! Should’ve guessed he’d sell me out in a hearbeat, the coward. But you’ve made your point, I’ll -’ Feligris exclaims, her tufted ears splaying out when she’s abruptly cut off by the wolfess stepping forward menacingly while bringing her index finger up in front of her muzzle in a pointed gesture.
’And you’ll what? Tell us it was all just a small mistake and that you’ll do us the favour of leaving quietly? While we’ll be nice and tell you it’s ok as long as you don’t show up around here for a while?’ Charme replies with her muzzle scrunched enough to partially bare her fangs, slamming her hands on her hips as she leans even closer. ’It ain’t work like that ’ere, lass, we’ve already got a plan for the likes of you who gotta come ’ere like they own the place!’
Feligris’ struggling intensifies at the same pace as the room’s atmosphere grows ever more threatening, yet the grip of the snarling bulky hyena duo is like iron to the point where she’s forced to relent due to the agony of the bone-crushing pressure they’re applying on her upper arms. Within her, defiance begins to be slowly replaced by trepidation especially when she realizes two of the three lupines who accompanied Charme just moments ago have vanished during her speech, likely to prepare the promised plan.
’Pl-plan?’ she finally manages to utter after a pregnant pause long enough to cause Charme to start tapping her claws on the stained and torn plastic flooring impatiently.
’Cat got your tongue? How ironic.’ the wolfess gruffs in amusement, motioning behind her with one hand. ’But you’ll see soon ’enuff! When my buddies come back we’ll get on the move…’
Sure enough, few minutes later the two lupines return with ropes and other items suited for the upcoming task, immediately going on to wrestle Feligris onto the floor together with the hyenas duo, the four of them swiftly subjugating her despite her wild flailing, claws, and loud wailing protests which are soon muffled by a belt wrapped around her muzzle. After which they unceremoniously tie her up and start carrying her bucking form out by the arms and legs, Charme grinning maniacally as she follows together with fourth wolfess who has already pulled out her phone for rapid typing.
’Meehze! Ai nnnn -’ the wide-eyed feline grovels just before being stuffed and locked into the trunk of a large old sedan waiting in the back alley, Charme’s squad cramming themselves in through the doors hastily to allow her to gun it moments later for a speedy getaway.
’Wasn’t that a charm, guys? She barely knew what hit her, she’ll be fun to work with tonight!’ she rejoices with her eyes darting between the side and rear mirrors just in case, receiving approving gruffs and barks in response around her.
- Later, at a largely disused marina well outside the city limits -
After having one of her underlings let the car through the rusty locked gate, Charme carefully navigates the car around the only major structure, a large dilapidated boat storage facility with broken windows and streaks of rust running down the corrugated steel walls. At the far end there’s a partially open door she inches the car through, stopping it once it’s far enough as not to be seen from outside. And once the engine turns off, everyone files out of the door to stretch and look around.
’Perfect! I don’t think anyone’s been here for a while, we’ve prolly scared off even the homeless!’ the wolfess snickers as she lets her gaze roll over the dusty junk-covered floor and the collapsing boat storage racks which still hold the odd boat. ’Time to take out our new toy and see what we can do with her…’
’Sure, boss!’ the two hyenas and lupines answer in near-unison before popping open the trunk.
Dazed from the bumpy ride in extremely uncomfortable quarters, Feligris barely offers any resistance as she’s lifted out and propped up for the wolfess to look at.
’Should we strip her before she gets all feisty?’ one of the hyenas proposes, receiving a nod from Charme. Which prompts her and the others to untie her for the moment to first wrangle off the feline’s crop top and cut her bra straps to let her sizeable breasts fall free – a sight which all of them pause to enjoy – before they lay her down flat on the floor to yank off her sweatpants and plain gray panties, leaving her in the nude as they remove the belt to ungag her and tie her up again.
Just in time as well since it doesn’t take long for her to start squirming again with her tail swatting about and her fangs chittering, while Charme and others contently wag their tails at her plight.
’Graaah… where – where am I? Nyagh! Wait! Wait! Whatever you’re planning, please, I have money – I can pay and then leave!’
Upon hearing the offer once Feligris’ confusion abates, the lupines and hyenas look at each other before collectively shrugging as they loosely circle around the feline whose toned body contorts and flexes against the ropes while she throws harried glances at her captors. Eventually, Charme decides to grace her with a response after spending some time just staring at her inscrutably.
’Fair… but we’ve got money and we want to have fun money can’t buy, and ain’t nobody gonna miss you – Marna, Fanny, go get the stuff so that we can get on with this!’
Nervously following everyone now that her hopes of an easy getaway have been dashed, Feligris awkwardly throws herself onto her side and cranes her neck to see what the hyena duo goes on to fetch – soon spying them lugging large and clearly heavy paper sacks closer. Although the labels are too worn for her to make out, it’s nevertheless unnerving, and the sensation only grows stronger when the two dash out again to drag various kinds of equipment out of storage at the back of the crumbling building – most ominously an old and banged cement mixer.
’A-ah!’ she yowls in surprise when Charme and the other lupines descend upon her to lay her on her back again, the tall wolfess casually sinking her hands into Feligris’ lush bellyfur to run her fingers through it and pinch the belly teats she feels within it, relishing how her captive trembles under her touch. After a few minutes of playing with her, she elicits a loud meow from Feligris by firmly patting her belly as she gets up on her knees beside her with a sly grin.
’Damn you’re loud, lass! So soft too… buuut, I’mma spoil the big surprise for you since you’re itchin’ to know from the looks of it. This belly right here -’ she explains while underlining her statement by leaning on Feligris’ rippling belly with one hand ’- is gonna be filled with your own weight of cement an’ else, and then you’ll take a little swim from the pier, make it to the shore and you’re free! Fair’s fair after all!’ she gruffs contently, watching the feline freeze under her hand before motioning at the others. ’Ok, lets hoist her up!’
With eyes like dinner plates, Feligris snaps out of her frightened stupor when the strong hands of the hyenas grab her by the shoulders to start kicking and flailing fiercely as they hoist her high up enough for her paws to leave the ground – her swinging claws leaving marks on the old concrete while the audible slapping of her tail echoes in the building.
’Nooo! Please! I don’t wanna die! I’ll give you anything! ANYTHING! Let me go, pleaaaaase!’ she wails while the lupines are busy cranking an old chain-operated bridge crane closer, one of them making a show of attaching a hook scale to it once the hook approaches Feligris.
’Sorry lass, should’ve thought it before you encroached our territory, we’ve got a rep to maintain.’ Charme states curtly to the desperate feline’s face while the others work on hanging her from her arms and raising the hook until she’s rather helplessly swaying a few centimeters off the floor. As a final touch, Charme steps right in front of her and punches her in the stomach to silence her.
’Sixty-three kilos, boss takes a bit of mixin’ ’ Mardna adds after glancing up, with everyone except Charme busying themselves with weighting and mixing the cement in full sight of the feline whose shrill wailing has died down to a mix of pained gasping and resigned whimpering. Soon enough the first bucketful has been prepared with Fanny bringing it over while Mardna follows with funnel attached to a length of thick rubber hose.
’Open wide, cat! It’ll only hurt more if we have to make you.’ Charme chastises Feligris who has defiantly clamped up her maw at the sight of the funnel, her promise soon coming true when the hyenas don some gloves and start prying her jaws open roughly enough that tears begin to stream down the feline’s fuzzy cheeks almost immediately amid muffled hisses and gagging. The hyena duo is ruthlessly effective though and it doesn’t take them all that long to overpower their captive to force her maw wide open so that Charme can force-feed her the hose which she did at least lightly grease in the meantime – the agonizing process causing Feligris’ eyes to almost roll to the back of her head before the wolfess is satisfied on how far the gagging feline has swallowed the hose.
’Sixty-three… that makes… ehh… one hundred and twenty-six, I think. Keep mixin’, guys, this cat’s gonna get fed until she hits one hundred and twenty six!’ she barks cheerfully as she holds up the funnel to allow the hyenas pour the dense gray mixture into it, her eyes fixating on the heaving of Feligris’ large breasts once the cement goes down her gullet.
In the meantime, although she can’t taste anything, her throat burns from the insertion, and she’s forced to keep focusing on breathing past the tube, Feligris instantly senses the first of the cement hitting her stomach – the sheer weight and the rough texture making it roil and contract to the point where she involuntarily attempts to throw up with her entire body tensing and contracting violently several times, however the density of the cement being fed to her is too much and nothing comes up. And it only gets worse as the bucket empties and the hyenas keep pounding on the mass in the funnel to make it go through faster, as her stomach quickly reaches an uncomfortable weight, pushing and pressing on her other internals as it gradually distends.
Once the first bucket is close to empty and Charme can let Mardna and Fanny take over the remainder, she takes the chance to ruffle Feligris’ purplish hair and stroke her fearfully splayed ears, smirking at the pleading side-eyes she receives from her as she slides her hand over the feline’s already rounded belly and jabs the upper part where her stomach is.
’Aww, cat’s got a tummy ache already? I thought you were going to hurk out the whole tube and become a cement fountain, for a moment there! It’ll geat easier to hold it in once we get even more there – which ought be good since oh my, it already feels if you’ve eaten a rock!’
The only reply she receives from Feligris is a muffle groan as she lets her head droop in exhaustion once the first bucket is done, the funnel flopping about as it hangs from her maw. Although dealing with the incessant aching churning within her belly and the uncomfortable strain which is already spreading lower into her guts, helps keep her thoughts off her apparent impending demise via drowning – for now. Lost in morbid thoughts, she gasps and draws a deep hasty breath when the funnel is suddenly lifted again for her torment to continue and more cement to be poured into her, with her losing track of time in the middle of the seemingly endless struggle to stay alive and conscious while her arms feel like they’ll be pulled out of their sockets from the increasing weight, her innards become hot pins and needles within her as they steadily expand and spasm around the coarse cement, and her laboured breathing around the tube isn’t enough to keep her from panicking as she repeatedly almost passes out. At the same time her belly swells out further and further from the torturous feeding until her belly teats pop into sight through her bellyfur to make her appear as if she’s overdue with a particularly large litter, the wolfess keeping a constant eye on the hook scale.
’One hundred and twenty six kilos! She’s done it, guys, and I don’t think her bowel’s burst yet either.’ Charme finally yells and pulls the tube carefully out of Feligris’ maw, handing it off to wipe the feline’s cement-encrusted cheeks with a dirty handkerchief.
’Mowww.. guhhh… belly hurts… ca-can’t believe how much you forced in there!’ Feligris mumbles once she starts coming about, whimpering loudly when she’s lowered enough to take her substantially increased body weight on her paws to relieve her sore arms. Not that it’s much of a reprieve since she almost immediately stumbles thanks to the the said weight and is quickly restrained between the two larger hyenas who detach her from the hook.
’Pretty amazin’, yep, we’ve had some of our guests just, well, pop before their refreshing swim so you did good! Dun think you can escape with that big belly though…’ Charme teases her captive and eagerly circles around her to take in how incredibly distended and sagging Feligris’ midsection is, her six teats standing high on its somewhat lumpy fur-covered curvature together with her large breasts having been lifted up a tad as they rest on it. At the same time one of the other lupines cuts the ropes on Feligris’ ankles and wrists, and on the wolfess’ mark, the two hyenas release Feligris only for her to take a few awkward heavy steps and almost keel over forwards, so that she ends up hunched over her belly while tightly clutching it just to be able to stand still.
’Owww! Owww! Dammit, it’s like all this cement’s going to split me open or something’ll tear in here if I move, it really hurts!’ she cries while gritting her teeth, fresh streams of tears bursting from her closed eyes as she tries to steady herself. ’But you’re going to kill me anyway, right?’
’Oh come on, ”kill” is such a strong word, we’ll just put you in water and if you can swim, or crawl, back to shore you’re home free as far as we’ve concerned. No-one has ever showed their face at us again so I take that as a success either way. Anyway, ya’ll can clean up as I take care of this!’
That said, Charme swings behind Feligris to grab her shoulders and urge her to start moving, the feline protesting this at first but begins to slowly trudge towards the double doors with her bulging belly in her arms, the wolfess wrapping her arms around her chest to ease the load a bit while the rest of her squad jeers and laughs at how their captive looks like a ”pregnant duck walking”. She can’t do much more than ineffectually hiss and show of her sabre teeth at them while Charme firmly guides her towards the outside to whisk her away.
’Haaah, it’s so fucking heavy! Drowning with a belly full of cement, grrr…’ Feligris muses in a notably resigned manner once she and the wolfess get past the doors into the windy yard, a rickety abandoned pier straight ahead in the distance.
Charme snerks, squeezing Feligris’ breasts to make her flinch. ’Here’s a little secret, cat – we could’ve also shackled you in your hideout and see how long you last with a gut full of cement, there was this wild dog, a petite thing, who tried to steal one of our stashes – she lasted a week and her belly was like a concrete beach ball the whole time!’
Feligris gulps audibly, throwing a look over her shoulder. ’Meep, no thanks, I’d rather it be quick at least! My belly’s already so messed up, like my innards are full of needles, I don’t want to deal with this for a week!’ she whines as they approach the pier which extends into the water at the end of the cracked pavement.
’We’re on the same page, good, now careful as I’d rather not have you fall in by accident!’
Ushering Feligris towards the gap between the pier and solid ground, Charme loosens her hold on her just in case but the feline just about clears it without falling over, uttering a shrill hiss in the process as her midsection is jostled about. After which she continues to plod along the weathered loose planking of the pier which creaks ominously under her paws, with the wolfess in tow.
At last they reach the end of the pier and Feligris practically collapses on her knees, panting and groaning from exhaustion while she stares down at the dark waves which roll past and crash against the pier. The wolfess in turn walks right up to her, standing behind her to lean on her shoulders and indulge herself on the same mesmerizing sight.
’Time to get ready to swim with a full belly, cat. Think you can make it? It’s reaaally big when looking at it up here!’
Feligris grimaces when her midsection lets out a loud drawn-out gurgling noise while she’s able to sense loose cement shifting somewhere in her intestines. ’It feels way too big and full too! I thought I would’ve ruptured something already, no such luck… so I guess I’ll go for a swim.’ she sighs, stretching her arms.
’You cats are always huge gluttons so no surprise there was room in that stomach! But, lemme make sure you don’t get any second ideas since you wanted it quick…’ Charme quips, swiftly catching the feline’s arms to force them behind her and habitually tie them up again, causing her to squirm and mew in surprise.
’Hey! Kinda unnecessary, this fat belly would’ve dragged me down anyway!’
’Better to be safe than sorry!’ the wolfess snickers with her tongue lolling. After which she reaches around the huffing feline to trace her fingers over her hard and taut belly, probing it here and there to her chagrin to feel her intestinal contractions. ’But you’re right, it’s like a boulder strapped on you – anyway time to do this!’
In one smooth motion the wolfess puts her own considerable strenghth to use by hoisting Feligris up on her paws and shoving her right onto the edge of the pier, the feline’s ears instantly pressing against her skull while Charme can feel her tensing up and trembling as her huge and excruciatingly heavy belly dangles perilously over the water. Despite her captive’s clawed paws instinctively scrambling to gain hold of the edge, the wolfess inches forward all while huffing and puffing from the exertion.
’Jeez, you’re truly more a sack of cement than a cat, now into the water you go before I fall there with you!’
’Ack, n-not so qui-’
When the large splash of water eats up the end of Feligris’ last words, Charme crouches to catch her breath and watches how the twisting spotted figure is rapidly obscured by silt and the waves until it disappears from sight.
Shocked by the suddenness of the wolfess actions and the debilitatingly cold water she hits, Feligris’ mind races as she feebly struggles to release her arms or to kick herself towards the shore, all while the massive weight in her guts inexorably pulls her deeper into the depths. Very quickly her lungs start to burn and there’s only darkness around her, the intensifying pressure of water forcing whatever little air she still has left out of her chest, until mercifully the final intense pain of something having ruptured inside upon hitting the water knocks her out in the darkness…
Up on the pier, Charme kneads her aching arms and stands up, taking one last look at the water and the bubbles which dance on it briefly before she cracks her knuckles and turns around to briskly head back to the shore.
’Good riddance! Another pest dealt with, and got to have some fun with her as well – too bad about the hurry as she was pretty hawt, maybe next time…’
The End. Copyright Feligris 2023
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